Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Pop Pop!

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Another cover art rough draft preview. I'm working on something, sure.

Speaking of which ... I don't know if you guys remember that Saul Williams interview I put up a while back. Anyway, I remixed it.

(Catchdubs hipped me to the yousendit situation. So. Big ups.)

Cats in Dio Rai Janeiro are forever on some new lang. These days the Rai Chile'll just lay "pop pop" on you in response to whatever. The shit's got more definitions than run.

& yo DeMonzo's been talking fast & excited re a new Sarchichan online HQ. I'm fuckign feeling him, too. So look out.

Dextonia! Holler at me! Damn!

Who is this Scientist, anyway?

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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

As Promised

new digs 2

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Check out Li'l Hipbones.

Yo, it's still Tuesday, right?

I am sorry for the hiatus. I hope none of you have lost interest completely. Curtains For You, Kid is important to me now more than ever.

These are awfully strange days. I climbed aboard the damn Wayback Machine and went to motherfucking 2002. And here we are:

(new digs)

(Chucktown alums know what I'm talking about.)

Ah, Fahsboro. Home to maybe the last hip-hop radio station in all of Sarchicha. Program Director & Drive-time DJ Rodney Ronsonol wants me to tell you that the new 'Ye is the shit. (you know what? I bet Oakland still holds it down.)

Those boys over at Fairmont are killing shit these days. The Big Homie put me on to Hypebeast, and these Girl Skateboards Diamonds Are Forever Tiffany Jump Off Joints. Don't be mad.

Without TV or the internet, man. I miss out on all kinds of good shit.

Ha ha! Come October, I ain't gotta download and burn shit! I love it when they listen, you know?

It's been a good week, man. Pops came up & we kicked it with Lo-ha at the criminally slept-on Mistral with their little Dixieland Jazz band that swings and that one lanky old cat chills up on top of an amp like he's Statler, or Waldorf. One.

And then Young Raphael kept the Foot Clan at bay.

Oh. Shamanzo. Notes from (o)BF for you:

It is impossible for a one man act to follow a band.

If you must, & they don't feel it, tell them a funny story.

You can play whatever esoteric weirdness and your own originals you want, provided the audience knows the words to every third song.

Failing that, if you absolutely won't give the people exactly what they want, you must make at least every third song completely palatable, uptempo, & rockin'.

Sarchichan News continues:

I just read a damn hidden Nebraskan message from KVjr:

"Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done."

Some Halfpenny Marvels EP cover art preview shit:

gloryglory

Welcome, Doctor Skritch.

Ok ok ok.

More soon.

(What's up with y'all?)

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Sunday, August 28, 2005

So. Yeah. Tuesday ought to be the day. Um. I've been keeping up with the comments, though, and I am happy to say that I don't know who some of you are. Excellent. I love that cats don't identify themselves on there, like, just to get back at me for not explaining to anyone what I'm talking about ever.

In the library at school all the computers are slow and you need to know like 5000 codes to get on any of them and when you ask the dude next to you where, you know, like your particular computer station prints to, he directs you to the wrong printer and then farts outrageously while you're gone and you just have to figure it out for yourself and not vomit.

I heard DiFlank hucked a goddamned giant scatter shrapnel bucket of silverware at his manager. I heard Nebraska performed a somewhat inappropriate wedding Scottish wedding anthem. I heard Higginblaze is replacing herself. I hear so many things.

What's today? Sunday? Shit. Not having the internet is the lamest problem ever not only because it really sucks, but because you feel and look and sound fucking lame if you ever complain about it.

Ecch.

Anyway. Tuesday. Hopefully, I'll see all of you there.

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Sunday, August 21, 2005

keep the faith. Or just keep it.

Yeah, I don't officially get the internet back till the damn 30th. Probably won't be any for real posts till then. But on the 30th (or thereabouts) ... mark your calendars. There should be a deluge of damn posts. I'm taking too many pictures and experiencing far too much social anxiety disorder to have it any other way. I would also like to take this opportunity to officially extend Fahsboro's Sanctioned Security Council Olive Branch to the newly discovered nation of Fishburg,

But very soon.

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Friday, August 12, 2005

packed up 107

All packed away in the van, operating from makeshift locale. Bored enough to delay my own hiatus. (Oh, and I think either Higginblatt's next work or Shamanzo's next record ought to be called "A NY Minute." Now. Fight over that!)

Appropos of previously discussed music, I have taken the time to upload two tracks. One from Dangerdoom featuring - gasp! - Carl and Meatwad on vocals, and one from Sarchichan Supergroup .45 & A Shovel.

Can't hear 'em?

Maybe wearing your own name on your shirt is bad taste. But that one on the left is fire. (word to The Kid Catch.)

I just received The Naked Cosmos DVD in the mail. Maybe it's just because I'm such a fan of Beto and Public Access, but, um, I can't stop laughing.

Leaving tomorrow. Coming back tomorrow. Leaving again Tuesday. Man, I don't know.

lotto losing

Meanwhile, I just be blowing money like I got the shit or something.

More soon. Or a while later.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005

[part 2]

[part 2] cover front

Received a package from Hiebredond today containing the new .45 & a Shovel. So many damn Sarchichans on that cover. Making for initial proud-happy \ lonely-jealous reaction. Already having a strange day.

So, um. I'll post a track, with the band's permission. You guys let me know. That way your music could be exposed to six or seven other people.

hospital ooze

I'll be keeping any critical commentary for the time being, because I am a born Keeper of It. I will say, though, that the boys made come true a life long dream, since now I have a cryptic liner note shout out. (Blue added for contrast effect.)

Elsewise: I'm not sure, but I think Curtains'll be without update for a few days, seeing as how I gotta move back to Chucktown in the next little while. So the Ancient iMac will be out of commission for a hot minute.

And now, some bullshit:

Bad enough to make Myspace not gay? Almost.

(Don't myspace me. I will not respond. It's nothing personal.)

OK, yeah. You're just going to have to go ahead and release this shit this instant and give it to me.

There is something to be said for this. (via Tha Tap.)

Also. Seriously. Relax.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

America Happy part II (et al)

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And now, direct from Thailand:

"Bo...

"Here is (as promised) the second installment of "America Happy". Although this section lacks some of the humor and genius of the first, it is (never the less) quite charming.

"I believe we left off at the end of Page 6.....

"Page 7 has ol' George W. throwing all of his money up in the air over the heads of the cheering crowd. They appear to be singing (or chanting) "O America Happy, O O. America Happy O.

"Page 8 has the masses dancing around with thier hands filled with money...the chanting continues, "O happy dollars dollars" etc.

"Page 9 has George W. sitting alone at his desk looking worried. "George W. Bush has no more dollars."

"Page 10 has W. standing alone in a room crying, "Oh No! George W. Bush has no more dollars."

"Page 11: George W. Bush is driving what looks like a rusty 1985 volvo, "George W. Bush drives to the bank."

"Page 12: George is at a teller window getting some money, "George W. Bush borrows dollars from the bank." (* Now I asked Sasinan (with the aid of a Thai/English Dictionary) if she meant "takes out" money from the bank or "gets" money from the bank but she distincly meant "borrowed")

"Page 13: George driving the car in the opposite direction, "George W. Bush drives to the house."

"Page 14: George sleeping in a room surrounded by bags of money, "George W. Bush sleeps in his dollar room."

"And that's it for today. Tune in tomorrow where I'll be bringing you the dramatic conclusion of "America Happy". Will George repeat the same mistake when he wakes up tomorrow? Will he be able to keep his charity in check? Theh suspense is killing me. Something is bound to happen though, she still has 6 more pages to fill. -Raven"

I, for one, cannot wait.

Meanwhile ...

Cocorosie said, "Attention, Citizens of Fahsboro! We are going to build Noah's Ark." And they were met with this reply: "We of Fahsboro are, shall we say, on board. Are willing to explore new horizons with you, are heavily invested. Expectations are high. So don't blow it."

Also ...

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Last night Boogerface Babyface took all our money & therefore raised the score in his favor. And now Lady Babyface is going to make our pawnshop cartoon.

Yo, it sounds like shit is getting serious in the comments. And so far the Rai Child can't think of a good name for our the cartoon (which, yes, takes place in a pawnshop). So, um. You know. [read: ease up. make up names instead.]

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Now With Several Minor Aesthetic Changes

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Adult Swim has completely redesigned and gone insane. I don't know what to think. However, if you copped this shirt you'd have a solid six weeks before you were totally lame. And it wouldn't even be one of those things that makes the rest of what you own wack by comparison. (Word to Higgengaged.)

Hey. Yeah! What the hell? (via Me Three Dia.)

Reading You Can't Win out by the pool right now.

I just got it today, and I am wearing out the new Fantomas. Go cop that shit, Nebraska. Le lala lou. La lel. (Me & Shamanz both need the Editor back stateside.)

Lydia just took a "weird battery of tests." (They're bullshit. Do them anyway.)

This is kind of awesome and now you're not bored for a couple of minutes.

This just in: Brettface! Get your lady! We've gotta make a cartoon! Now, who's got four hundred bucks?

Man. Look at all these recent ass posts. I am getting pale and fat.

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Sunday, August 07, 2005

Oh the Betrothed

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CONGRATULATIONS ARE IN ORDER!

The Higginblatt is now engaged!

Sources indicate a romantic impromptu jaunt to the Empire State Building! A surprise on-one-knee proposal! Tears of joy!

(I, um. I made a new header for Curtains. So. Yea for me, too.)

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Horray! For Dizzle!

Insanity in SA

bo & josh

Adjusted "Insanity in San Antonio" logo above. (And, from 2 years ago, the only good picture of me & the Rai Chile in existence.)

These motherfuckers done lost they minds.

So, August 5th was the Dizzle's birthday. Your boy is, as always, broke. But, shit, man. If I had the money, it would be on.

I'm late on this one. There's this show on ESPN2 called "It's The Shoes," (no official link) hosted by old Cucumber Slice. Sneaker heads like Spike Lee and Dame Dash talking about M.O.'s & Butter Cookies. The whole time I was thinking, "Man. Does Oak watch this shit? (Does he read this shit?) Do they even get cable out at 641 these days? Don't make me come out there and sleep on the pee pee couch and pay for the shit myself."

Lo-ha told me that I don't look like I am the person in the pictures of me that were taken when I was young.

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

America Happy

knight saw company

warehouse window

Still holding on to warehouse dreams.

Trying to come up with a new entry for today. You know. Got to keep the people up to date. Can't have Babyface and Higginblatt bored at their respective jobs. So I'm looking around, trolling for interesting news about things I care about since nothing much is happening in my personal life. (Except for the savage beating we took at the Last & Final Trivia Night - it still stings.) It was coming out all bad & bored & uninspired. And it looked more like a damn Wish List than anything else. Who gives a fuck about the products I want &
Can't afford
? I don't even care. I was like fuck it. But then my far-flung friend Raven sent me this e-mail from Thailand where she's teaching little Thai kids & generally being awesome. And it really - Well. Here it is:

{At Dara Academy we have an afterschool program called "Dara Star Bright". If parents choose to, they can send thier child to extra lessons twice a week after school in a particular subject (math, science, English etc.) I teach third graders extra English for an hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Because they are in the third grade and it's afterschool, I try to make the lessons as fun as possible and do a lot of games and art projects. I have a Dr. Suess book I brought with me called Great Day for UP! That has a lot of fairly easy English Vocabulary in it so I had them make up liitle books with covers and everything and every week they are going to write and draw pictures in 4 or 5 pages of the book and I'll teach them the vocab then at the end they'll have thier own English books that they can read.

(I'm getting to the point of the story soon I swear)

Anywho...there is this one little girl named Sasinan who is really bright and knows more English than most of the other kids. She has a little English dictionary she carries around and everything. So she asked if she could make up her own story instead of copying and I said she could. Occasionally she would come up to my desk and ask me for help spelling some words but beyond that I gave her no help. She's only done the first 4 or 5 pages but let me share with you what she has so far.

The title of the book is "America Happy"

On the first page there is a sunrise and a boy and a girl standing in two houses looking at the sun.
"Up, Up the sun is getting up! (This line was taken from the Suess book)
Son, daughter, America, UP!"

On the next page is a picture of a man asleep in a bed.
"George W. Bush wake up!"

Page 3 has George standing in an office with a question mark over his head.
"George W. Bush?" (I took that to mean he was thinking"

Page 4 has him with a light bulb over his head walking to a door.
"Goes to his dollar room."

Page 5 has him in the room surrounded by bags of money with a joyous look on his face.
"Ha ha! Dollar!"

Page 6 has him standing on a platform waving a fistful of money at a cheering crowd.
"Come on. come on, dollar."

And that's as far as she has gotten.

Could there be anything more perfect than a third grade Thai girl's impression of America portrayed in Children's book format? I think not!

When she has finished, rest assured that I will be making photocopies and sending them out. "America Happy" could have liberal cult following by Christmas ;)

Just wanted to share,
Raven}

I'll be putting any more of these she sends me up on this website as soon as they come in.

In other news ...

Higgins! You're the best, too, you know. But, seriously, I just can't co-sign eXistenZ. I'm sorry. I did, however, make you a new T-Shirt design for your upcoming move. (Who doesn't like a play on a damn Ted Nugent (live) album title?) So, yeah. Get some transfer paper & blank tees and get going, ha ha!

On a related DIY (I'm more of a Do It For Me kind of guy, myself) note, Readymade has a sick little Dan Clowes thing in it for all you FancyNerds.

These guys + These guys = I'm going to make Curtains look better.

And finally (finally) from the That Little Girl Sasinan Is Right About Us File:

Ben Sherman is about to start selling suits in the US. This, I think, will solve all of me & Shamanzo's sartorial issues. (I talked to this fashion major \ waitress the other day who thought my idea about making suits myself and to my own bizarre specifications would take like five years of training. Again, DIFM.) Word to Glenn.

(Ecch.)

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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

In the Name of Harman ...

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Old Hova interview Over at Unkut.

I been hearing stirrings of a new .45 & a Shovel. Words like "fire" and "four alarm blaze" tossed around like it doesn't even begin to describe. I, for one, can't wait.

Wait. What? (riding Catchdini's jock.)

Pete's on the cover of the new Interview. (File under "Life After Libertines" sub-heading "Maybe Only I Still Care Kind Of.")

So, driving through Savannah yesterday, me & Lydia & the Dizzle came across this bizarre CD-R attached to a tree with, like, a thumbtack. (Not exactly what it looked like.) "4" written on it with a Sharpie. "I hope we're not interfering with a scavenger hunt," said LL. Messages from beyond? Shamanistic winning lottery numbers? Ingenious demo tape guerilla marketing? Oh, the intrigue. But we went and got it and it was just fucking this mix of terrible country music. Alas, Alack.

Last trivia night tonight. More soon.

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